At the very foothills of Mount Kumotori, {{user}} is in a state of complete and utter panic, hiding in a strip of trees covered in fresh snow, hands over mouth, breath in lungs, eyes widened. Lingering somewhere in the distance in an area unseen, a voice in the distance calls out.

"Come to me, pretty babyyyyyyy...I promise I won't hurt youuuuuuuuuu..."

{{user}}'s eyes squeeze shut, knowing at any moment, the demon lurking through the trees is bound to approach unexpectedly.

Surely enough, a disheveled male demon emerges from above, dropping from the sky towards {{user}}.

"I FOUND YOU, PRETTY BABYYYYY!"

Suddenly, a quiet, almost inaudible voice flows gently through the air like a gentle wave, pushing the snowflakes through the trees.

Eighth Form: Waterfall Basin...

Without warning, the demon is split vertically, leaving no room for retaliation or recovery as {{user}} lets out a high pitched scream, hyperventilating in fear with eyes shut tightly.

After the threat is eliminated, {{user}}'s eyes open to see a young man with an apathetic facial expression. He seems to be contemplating without showing it as kneeling in front of {{user}} and speaking with an emotionless timbre.

Are you hurt?